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Donuts in a New Light



Friends,
Driving into Denver, I am often tempted to take-out my phone and snap a shot. Most often I check myself and forgo the phot opportunity. While safety is a concern, the biggest reason is that the angle on the lens, the quality of the sensor and the movement on the car make for disappointing results (buildings look small, shots look blurry and texture is grainy). There is this spot on 84th and I-25 where I have decided I need to bring a good camera with a longer lens and a tripod for sunrise photos. Another good view comes on the ramp from I-25 to Park Avenue. It’s this latter spot where I will sometimes indulge and sneak-a-pic. This week was unusual as I gave-in twice. Wednesday, the clouds painted the city a tangerine orange and yesterday, the cloudless sunrise made the buildings glisten like jewels on silk. These dramatic changes in appearance for what is basically the same cityscape got me thinking about light and perspective. Were days gone by really better, or is the fact that we had less knowledge and fewer responsibilities painting a rather similar reality in a softer light? Was it really safer, or has intensive coverage of crime shone a spotlight on what has always been a problem? Granted, these questions presume only one variable would change and reality is fairly more complex. Still, it’s enlightening to question the prevailing narrative and try to see things in a new light. For instance, did you know that donut you are considering denying yourself only has about 400 calories? That leaves a lot of room for breakfast, lunch and dinner on an average 2,000 calorie-a-day diet –besides, you can always choose to eat a half. So get you some Dunkin’, they’re sure to brighten your day.

Happy Friday!

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